Huan Liang and I didn't speak again, just quietly listened to Aya tell her story.

It was another year of Qingming season, and I sent him another letter, which was the best paper I could get, and I wrote every bit of my life in the letter, but this bit has nothing to do with me, only about our children.

Because I know that his only attachment here is the child, not me, but I don't know, this is the last letter I wrote to him.

He must hate me, because I am a Huns, in the Huns, everyone is brave and good at fighting, even women are as heroic as men, the world knows that the Huns are ministers but repeatedly violate the border, but I don't know why we repeatedly violate the border, but they just regard us as invaders.

It's just that who would have thought that we have been in the Mongolian desert and steppe for a long time, and most of them live in the Gobi Desert, and we just want to get a few acres of fertile land, so that we can have no worries about food and clothing like the people of the Central Plains.

Since I was a child, my father and brother were fighting abroad, and my mother and I were at home, my mother was a beautiful Han woman, and she was always so gentle when my father saved everyone's daughter when he was fighting, but I knew in my heart that she hated her father from the bottom of her heart, and even hated her brother and me, and in her heart we were always the invaders who caused his family to be ruined.

She didn't tell me to go to the herd, but took out the mutilated book of poems and taught me to read and write, and she said that this is how women should be.

Until my father and brother died in battle, my mother and I became more and more sad, she always gently stroked my head, and then silently looked at the moon with tears.

She was homesick, she said.

She said, "It would be nice not to have you."

Less than half a month after my father and brother died, my mother abandoned me and left, and under the difficult circumstances at that time, I could not live independently at all.

Since then, there is no girl Aya in the world, but the Xiongnu have more shaman Wangshu, the tribesmen firmly believe that my long snow-white hair represents the moon, since then, they call me Wangshu, I will be enshrined, they firmly believe that I can bring peace and peace to the Xiongnu.

I thought I had spent my whole life like this, until I met him, Ziqing was much older than me, but he was the most handsome man I had ever seen, and I especially liked his eyes, like a pool of blue water, with a shimmering light, more agile than the most beautiful oasis I have ever seen.

I don't know how they left such a figure behind, only that they sent him to the North Sea, where I lived.

I took care of him at the bedside for more than a few months, decocting medicine for him every day, and I kept pestering him after he got well, and he did not reject me as if I had taken care of him for months, but also because I had a Han face.

He asked me when I had been taken as a maid, and I didn't answer him, because I thought that if I told him that I had lived here since I was a child, this tenderness might never belong to me again.

The nomadic girl is not as delicate as the daughters of the big families in the Central Plains, and since he recovered from his illness, I have pulled his sleeve,

Take him to see the vast grassland, take him to see the magnificent North Sea, and take him to see the grassland scenery. But Ziqing rejected my kindness again and again, saying: "The scenery of my Central Plains is a thousand times more beautiful than this." ”

Since then, he has taught me to paint, taught me to compose poetry, and the landscapes of the Central Plains have emerged in his paintings.

It's probably because I fell in love with this person at that time.

Later, a rebel general told him that his wife had married someone else, and his heart was like ashes, but he still did not bow his noble head, and that day I personally found our leader and told him that I would marry Su Ziqing, and I would persuade him to surrender.

The day he married me was sunny, the sky was slightly bright, he was just faint, no sorrow or joy, and soon I was pregnant, and his expression was the same as my mother's, I thought...... I'm going to set him free.

"Take advantage of the chaos, and run away at the time of the party." He looked at me and didn't answer my words, I forced back my tears, tried to squeeze out a smile and said to him, "My name is not Aya, I am the shaman of the Xiongnu, Wangshu." ”

That day, he left without looking back, and I can't tell whether it was uncomfortable or happy, maybe it was more of a relief.

Later, the chief took him back, and a few months later, the court brought him back, and we never saw each other again.

"So what you're talking about has nothing to do with Mao'er." Before Aya could finish telling the story, Huan Liang interrupted her, but Aya didn't care and continued to tell her story.

"Because of the needs of the war, a piece of grassland was destroyed, and the spirits who relied on the grassland to survive began to fight back against humans, and I also died because of it, leaving only a wisp of dead soul attached to the painting, three days later, Ziqing took the child and my relics back, but we are forever separated by heaven and man," said ...... Aya's eyes were full of tears, "Mao'er, do you know...... I heard my child call me mom but I couldn't respond, I wanted to hug him but couldn't touch it...... I've been following the Aragaki family ever since, just to stop the spirits from harming the common people. ”

"Should the risk of eradicating the spirit be borne by Mao'er, and if the spirit is wrong, you humans are not wrong? Fellow creatures... Where are we inferior to you? Huan Liang interrupted her coldly, "If it was in the past, wouldn't I be able to do it?" ”